On my road trip I found the house I was born in (literally iykyk) and lived in for the first five or so years of my life. Wild that I can still bring up some memories - picking honeysuckle on the side of the house, a flimsy metal swing set in the backyard, sitting in a high chair and throwing plum pits at my brother across the table, but I also remember the driveway and garage as big and scary. Memories are such strange things and can evoke such odd feelings.

maybe tangential... but those semis are a perfect example of this:

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I am afflicted with persistent tangent distraction syndrome. One of my former principals described what I did in class as "Going on one of your bird walks." Like, "Oh look! A pretty bird." walk a little further, "Did you see that one?"

I love tangents. In fact that’s almost the whole point about why I share random crap here is so y’all can throw your tangents at me and I can discover more beauty in the world so thank you very much sir !

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amazing! and yes i know the feeling too, walk past my childhood home every other yr or so (my mom still lives just a few miles from it), i think about playing in the yard and it bring up a deep feeling of gratitude 🙏

That must be a really nostalgic feeling. My mum was also born in a house. Some people find it weird when i tell them ahah 😝

Makes one emotional to see how time has passed